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Her tears trickle deep Within her flooded soul While the drops change red as her only console She wants what she cannot have And all that she has is time This she will never know For now, the shortest reach to peace exists in her longest dreams So she presses her lashes against her pillow tight and dreams for hours her sorrow out of the night As her eyes flutter she is not alone But she'll never discover the others just like her For change comes too slow

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